People Who Woke Up In A Hospital With No Idea Why Reveal Exactly What Happened To Them

Waking up in a hospital is never a fun time. When you wake up in hospital with no idea how you got there, it can be downright terrifying. 

Although it may seem like the opening scene of a horror/thriller movie, it actually happens to more people than you'd expect. 

Here are 16 stories from people who shared their experience waking up in a hospital on Reddit (source at the end of the article). 



Walking down the road one night (proper side of road in reflective gear) headed to the gas station for some Mountain Dew and smokes. 

Suddenly, it's two days later and I'm strapped to a hospital bed. 

Apparently I was hit by a Mitsubishi 3000 GT. The kid driving it was coming from a rave, high as a kite, and thought I was an angel in my reflective gear. 

He tried to catch me with his bumper.

Fun times.

Epicon3

I hopped into the back of a mate's pickup after a rugby game, went to sleep and woke up in ICU in traction with no feeling from my waist down. 

Turns out we had a head-on collision with a drunk driver and I went through the back of the cab, picking up a host of broken body parts including four compressed vertebrae. A year and a number of surgeries later, I walked out of hospital an inch shorter and with enough metal in me to set off metal detectors as airports.

I was the lucky one, the other three guys in the truck never woke up afterwards. Twenty years and it still gets me.

TorchTheRed

My brother and I were outside playing with squirt guns (this was 2001 so I would have been 11). 

Next thing I know it's Easter Sunday, I was in a hospital bed with a massive headache and blurred vision and the last thing I remembered was 4 days ago. 

Apparently I fell backwards and smacked my dome on the curb hard enough to fracture my skull and bruise my brain. Got 2 weeks off of school, which was cool back then, and I've had to wear glasses ever since. 

Apparently, according to my mom, the first sign of consciousness in the hospital was me getting out of bed, taking a piss on the floor, and then going back to sleep for two more days. The whole thing was a weird experience.

very_cool_stuff

I was twelve in 1982. Woke up in a hospital bed feeling fine, no idea what happened. Nobody else in the room.

Last person I remember hanging out with was my friend, Scott, so I call his house. His mom answered, advised me to call my parents. No answer at the home phone.

So I'm sitting in this bed, trying to figure out why I'm even there. I finally discover that the rolling table over the bed opens up, and there's a mirror under the lid.

Across my forehead and down the whole right side of my face are fresh abrasions. "Ohhh, that's why."

Finally get hold of Scott and learn the story (which I still don't remember).

Was riding my bike down a sidewalk near the grade school. Sidewalk takes a 45 degree left turn, and I cut the corner. Grass is deep, and a little wet, and my front wheel catches on the edge of the sidewalk, flipping me over. I landed on my face, dragged against the other edge of the sidewalk, knocked out cold.

Another neighborhood kid was in the area, hustled back to alert my parents. My Dad took me to the hospital in his car, and I woke up the next day.

Yes, my parents just left me in the hospital by myself.

Nougat

Cut a guy off while bar tending in college. He wasn't too happy, grabbed a bottle, and chucked it at the back of my head as I turned around. 

Woke up in a hospital bed with my best regular and his wife ensuring me I'd be ok and the guy wouldn't 'be a problem.'

Super reassuring other than the fact this was a pretty unsavory biker bar and the regulars, though amazingly kind and loyal to me, weren't the most savory human beings. 

38 stitches, a partially shaved head, and 3 days later I was at lunch with the same regulars.

kefkaeatsbabies

I was riding my young horse in training to jump. We rode up to our first 3 foot jump. He stopped, so I started preparing to turn him around and try again. 

He then reared up and hurled himself over the jump. I was completely unprepared for him to jump. I fell off at the apex of the jump.

That's all I remember from that day. Apparently I took his saddle off, hosed him down, and drove myself home. Next thing I remember I was being wheeled in for a CAT scan. 

I broke my back (this wasn't discovered until MUCH later since I was still mobile) and fractured my skull. My helmet was in 3 pieces.

I still own this horse. He's 22 now and we still ride. Just no jumping.

pumpkinbread987

Wife, 2 year old son and myself went to visit a couple of friends out in the country. Had some food. Had a couple of drinks myself. Had an amazing time. 

Wife was sober, I was wrangling my young one back into his car seat to go home. He was overtired and unhappy but made sure he was good and snug.

Pulled out of the driveway after waving goodbye to our friends.

I came to almost a month and a half later. I could barely move my legs and arms due to neuropathy and fatigue. I had a feeding tube up my nose and a colostomy bag.

The doctors told me that I had actually come to a couple days before while I was still in intensive care, but the nature of the anestetic they had me on meant I kept kinda waking up, fading back and forgetting everything. At this point I was able to remember things normally.

They told me right off the bat my son was fine; completely unharmed and in the care of a very old and dear friend with 3 kids of his own already. My wife was alive and relatively uninjured with the exception of some damage to her leg and a moderate brain injury that she would recover from slowly.

They kept the details about the accident from me for a few weeks while I was recovering, but basically my wife missed a stop sign in the middle of a dark, poorly marked country road and we got T-boned by an SUV. Other driver was fine.

Its been over 2 years since the accident.

I got the strength back to walk again, but because of pins/bolts/plates in my left ankle and shin I'll never likely be able to run again. The neuropathy in my legs wore off, and eventually wore off in my arms to the point where I can use them normally again but it was a lot of therapy, retraining, time.

Suffered PTSD about 10 months after by the time I was back at home.

From time to time, I still have nightmares about something that I don't technically have the ability to remember.

crashusmaximus

Woke up in the hospital summer of 2002 cuffed to a hospital bed. Tubes all over me and stitches all over my chest. The night before I was hit by a drunk driver. Had a 6-inch gash down the center of my chest exposing a few ribs. 

After I was discharged I spoke with the gas station attendant who told me that he denied the driver a beer sale because he was already wasted. That asshole was never found. 

That was pretty bad but apparently I woke up in a daze a few hours earlier. Doctor had me sedated and arms secured to the bed because I was trying to pull my catheter out.

Riesengarde

18 year old me got super wasted on Smirnoff Watermelon vodka at some little club in Clearwater, FL. Apparently I fell off of a tall barstool and busted my head. 

When I woke up, I wasn't even sure what state I was in. Accidentally called my friend's mom in North Dakota trying to get a ride to somewhere other than the hospital. 

A decade later and I still can't drink anything with that watermelon flavor.

Ask-For-Free-Advice

Was at the pool. Next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed feeling very cold and my throat hurts. 

Turns out I had actually drowned, but the lifeguard had pulled me out and reanimated me for about 45 min. Then I was flown to the hospital by helicopter, where I lay in a coma for 2 days, during which they kept my body temperature low (to prevent cerebral damage caused by lack of oxygen). 

I could go home a week after the accident.

SSinscreed

Woke up in the hospital with my roommate and her mom asleep in the chairs in the hospital room. I started freaking out because I was seven months pregnant and my pregnant belly was obviously not pregnant. My screaming woke them up.

My fianc and I had been hit by a drunk driver, killing my fianc and I lost the baby. I had been in a coma for three days.

I have some really gnarly scars that my kids like to make up crazy stories about. My favorite being the time I fought off three knife wielding, psychotic carnies and murdered them with my bare hands.

daintyanus

I was running a half marathon with a friend and we had just passed the 10 mile mark. I felt like I was getting into a groove after I struggled a bit the previous few miles.

Woke up the next day in the ICU with my family all around me. 

Heat stroke + rhabdomyolysis. I was admitted with a temp of 108.6 and they were telling my family to prepare for the worst. Had to stay in the hospital for a few days and then take it easy for a few months but otherwise came out unscathed. 

Don't recommend it.

SneakIDPls

Had a seizure at work and was apparently walking into walls and fell down in the bathroom. My mom came to pick me up, brought me to my place. 

I fell down and had another seizure and my mom called an ambulance.

All I remember was going into the bathroom at work after puking in my lesson room. I woke up in an ICU with everyone telling me that I had brain cancer and that I only had two weeks to live. 

They started chemo treatment immediately at Cedars and now I'm completely clean of cancer.

Samakar

Finally I've got a story to tell.

I work up in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm. My face and back of my head were hurting rather badly.

I managed to get out of bed and looked at my clothes, they were all covered in blood.

But I wasn't feeling terrible, I was actually feeling rather good. I was still pissed from the night before.

After a while a nurse came into the room, she didn't speak a word of English. For context I had just moved to a new country and I didn't speak the local language. So I still had no idea what was going on.

At this point I realized my lip had been sewn back together along with the back of my head.

After a while I was given breakfast and eventually a doctor came into the room. He explained now I was brought in by an ambulance after being attacked. All I knew was I was out drinking with a friend.

He then went on to tell me that I fell unconscious while being sewn together and they had no idea if it was from head injuries or my very high blood alcohol level.

Eventually my friend came to the hospitality. He explained how we got jumped at a beer festival by some other guys and how I went down like a sack of potatoes.

Later on I got in contact with who was my "girlfriend" at the time (now my wife), we had our third date in the hospital restaurant.

I got released the next day (Monday morning) and I had to travel home via the subway in my blood stained clothes.

commanderlestat

I was 16 and hit by a Ford F-350. I am a tiny human, I'm under 5 foot and this truck hit me going 40 mph when I was in the crosswalk. 

The hit launched me across the entire intersection. I don't remember anything 20 minutes before until 10 days later. 

When I woke up I had been in a coma for 5 days, both my lungs had collapsed, I had 3 blood transfusions, a chest tube to drain the internal bleeding, three surgeries and the whole left side of my body broken. I couldn't walk and my vision and memory had been damaged. 

It's been 6 years and I'm doing great now. You wouldn't even know anything happened to me except I have memory issues and arthritis. But I like to think I came out on top in this situation

KilgoreeTrout

Was at school, about 8 years old. It was sports carnival day. I don't know if they have that everywhere but it's when the whole school spends the day competing in various sports. 

I was watching the other group play tee-ball. Next minute, hospital. I woke up feeling like I'd just had a dream that I was in an ambulance. 

Apparently I did briefly wake in the ambulance but not for long. I was thwacked in the forehead with a flying metal bat, had a massive abrasion which turned into the oddest scab you'd ever seen, like a unicorn had his horn lopped off. 

Still have a scar there where my skull cracked and healed with a kind of divot in it.

pedazzle

I was shot in the stomach at about two feet away by a guy who had the gun in his backpack.

He was in the process of robbing a story when I walked in, and I didn't see it happening as he had the gun hidden. A lot of other people in the store didn't know either. 

I asked him if he was in line, because he was kind of to the side, and he turned and fired. I don't remember anything from after entering the store. The rest I've had pieced together.

He shot me three times, hitting mostly muscle, but also one kidney. I'm entirely fine today, but that was a fairly alarming realization of how close I came.

erigunn

This was back in 2012. I was a bartender at the time, I kicked out a guy and his buddy after one of them flipped out and lost his cool over a bet in a game of pool. 

He was acting pretty aggressive and when I started to come out for behind the bar to escort him out, he threw his bar glass at he.

I closed the bar down about an hour later. As I was walking out the back door, there he was, about 10 feet from me and still pissed off that I had tossed him out.

That's the last thing I remember. All the other details came from my girlfriend who had called 911 and saw the whole thing go down.

I blacked out, when I came to I had been told that I had been stabbed 5x and had the top of my ear cut off. I was in local hospital getting staples/stitches and waiting to be transported to other hospital to have my ear reattached.

Right before I was about to be transported, the police came into the emergency room and told me they found the guy. 

He still had the bloody knife in his pocket and a bunch of prescription drugs in his hotel room.

IronRangeRube

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